Chapter 685 Li Wenming

Around the whole Yellow Emperor's Palace, there was no sound. Everyone looked at Di Yao eagerly, and their eyes were full of resentment and anger. Xia Kun is too arrogant. What does he think of us as? A group of inexperienced shrimp and crabs? Or a group of short-sighted villains? In a faint way, someone actually heard the sound of teeth cutting in the crowd.

"This..." Di Yao's heart was shocked. He didn't know what to say about Xia Kun's stubbornness and arrogance.

"Your Majesty," at the end of the steps, only Yao Chonghua and Di Yao were left sitting there. Yao Chonghua waved his hand and actually set a seal beside them. Di Yao was stunned and knew that he had something important to say.

Yao Chonghua said in a voice, "Frankly speaking, Xia Yu's melting sacrifice artifact in the temple is harmless. As long as he is severely punished afterwards, it is expected that the people will not be unstable. But your majesty has ever thought that with Xia Kun's unruly and self-righteous personality, since he said that he committed suicide after the water treatment today, does your majesty think he will do it?

Di Yao said in surprise, "Of course I'm afraid that he will do it!" His success in water control is a great contribution to Yanhuang. If he really commits suicide, won't I be ashamed of people?

"Hey, Your Majesty, you want to be bad!" Yao Chonghua said sadly, "After he succeeds in water control, the people must support him to the extreme. He said he would commit suicide, will the people agree? If he doesn't want to die, some people have to die! In this way, under the tension between the two sides, Xia Kun will turn against it!"

This sentence is somewhat similar to "prophecy". The logic is plausible, and others may immediately get around the fog. But Di Yao was shocked. He naturally understood that the logic in Yao Chonghua's words was broken - the tribes that Xia Kun took away the bronze and humiliated the nobles were the property and possessions of his confidant!

Xia Kun also violated the interests of Yao Chonghua's side. However, he is also a victim. For example, the Youyi tribe is owned by Ji Kai's son, and the Youyang tribe is the fief area of his own brother Shanghou. Most of the nobles who were pulled by Xia Kun to control the water and died on the construction site are related to Shang Hou. What's more serious is that the Wumen, which is most angry with Xia Kun, is their biggest arm. Help!

That is to say, if Xia Kun doesn't die at that time, his confidants and assistants will never agree. Under the collision between the two sides, with the temperament of Xia Kun, it is inevitable that there will be murder!

At the thought of this, Di Yao suddenly sweated coldly on his chest: "Da Shun, what kind of strategy do you have?"

Yao Chonghua lamented and stopped talking. Di Yao was so angry that he was about to ask him again. Suddenly, a Gang Yanwei rushed over with a feron. While running, he untied a roll of silk book from the leg of the feron. He said from afar, "Your Majesty, Mr. Ji Kunwu of Nanjiao City and Xi Wenming jointly sent a secret letter."

"Oh?" Di Yao hurriedly stood up from the steps. Ji Kunwu is the head of the temple army. He has led the army to resist the Sanmiao people in the Nanjiao City of the Xia tribe for many years. This time, he actually sent a secret letter with Xia Kun's son, the young man of the Xia clan. It seems that the matter is not small.

The clan kings and important ministers below did not wait for Your Majesty to express their rudeness to Xia Kun's rudeness, but waited for the secret letter from Xia Kun's son. They couldn't help but be surprised and stared at it with wide eyes.

In those years, Di Yao and Da Shun had a division of labor. One was in charge of military affairs and the other was in charge of government affairs. Ji Kunwu and the secret letter of Ji Wenming was a military correspondence, and Yao Chonghua hid aside knowingly. Di Yao took the silk book and opened the fire paint seal. At a glance, he couldn't help but be stunned like a wooden chicken, and his body trembled.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," Yao Chonghua, Ji Kai and Shang Hou were close to each other. Seeing that he was strange, they hurriedly called him with concern.

Di Yao laughed miserably, raised his hand and shook his hand. The silk book fluttered in the air: "Let's have a look!"

Yao Chonghua grabbed his hand, and there were only a few lines on the silk book: "Chansi Wenming and Ji Kunwu played: In autumn and October, on the ninth day of the first lunar month, Sanmiao took a bloody oath, gathered 30,000 troops, and raided Hanshui. Our army lost 500 miles of land and defended it in Tongbai Mountain, killing more than 8,000 people. Nanjiao City is in danger.

Thirty years of Yao's war, the most tragic scene came suddenly.

The cold rain hit the ghost Li Zhiye and bombarded the female mountain. A stream of blood was washed out from the invisible place, mixed together, and swept across the ground.

Although it was afternoon, the sky and the earth were dark, and the sky seemed to be covered by a dark palm. Looking at it, except for the continuous rain line, it was a stronger black jungle in the distance. There is no shadow or voice, but the soldiers on both sides know that there are no more than 10,000 people lurking in this mountain. They are like ants lying under the leaves, grassworms drilling in the soil, coldly and cruelly coveting all life that can move.

At this time, even if you move your fingers a little, it will attract at least seven or eight dark knife shadows and cut your body into pieces.

The war between the Yanhuang Alliance and the Sanmiao Kingdom has lasted for more than a month. This time, when Yanhuang ruled the water, the Three Miao Kingdom suddenly took the country as an army and launched a thunderbolt attack. In just three days, he broke through the Hanshui defense line of the Yanhuang Alliance. On the 13th, he broke through the Dabie Mountain defense line and reached the bottom of Nanjiao City.

Nanjiao City stands on the top of the mountain, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It has been a nightmare for Sanmiao people for 400 years, and this time is no exception. They fought all the way to Nanjiao City, facing more than a dozen fortress groups, and began a war of attrition.

The soldiers from both sides launched a fierce sniper battle in the field of Guili.

Because Yanhuang is waiting for Sanmiao to attack the city, using Jiancheng to consume a large amount of the enemy's living power; while Sanmiao is waiting for the enemy to fight in the field, intending to destroy the opponent with a strong attack power. However, the two sides did not move at the same time, and then ushered in the winter rain of Guili Zhiye. When it rained heavily, the commanders of the two sides coincided again and sent people to kill the other party's soldiers.

Now, the two groups of people worked in the heavy rain outside Nanjiao City. As a result, they couldn't stop. They fell into the darkness and the blade and became a trap for both sides at the same time. After a large number of casualties, no one could retreat. The commanders of the two sides had to invest their troops again and again in an attempt to save the soldiers strangled in the mountains. The only result was that more soldiers fell into this artificial meat grinder.

It seems that as long as the sky will not clear up and the darkness continues to cover, no one can withdraw from the battlefield and can only be strangled like this.

At this time, in the Xianshan Mountain, thirty miles west of Guili Zhiye, there are two figures galloping on the dangerous road between the mountains with the sound of rain. Their mounts are two huge crocodile dragons, covered with scales, and their thick and slender hind limbs are extremely strong, and they fly more than ten feet with one jump. Their four giant claws have hard toenails, which can firmly hold rocks and trees and slip in the rain.

From afar, it's like two monsters haunting in the dark night.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder rolled in, and the ground in the mountains was trembling. The two crocodile dragons suddenly stopped, and their huge bodies quietly disappeared into the dripping woods and lay on the ground. The two figures on the back of the crocodile also cling their belly to the back of the crocodile, motionless like a rock.

The muffled thunder rolled over from two or three feet, and the speed was extremely fast, and it was far away in an instant.

"It turned out to be the riding of the Sanmiao people." A tall white-haired man slowly straightened his body and exhaled gently.

"It's not a rider." On the back of the other crocodile, there is a weak teenager under the age of 20. He took off his head, poured the rain inside, lifted the long wet hair on his forehead, and smiled, "Didn't the third uncle pay attention? In the more than 20 riders just now, there were at least three people whose gold elemental power reached the magic blade disaster. When will Sanmiao be willing to use such a big master as a whistle?

"Oh, that's right, Shaojun's judgment is." The white-haired man was stunned and then whispered, "Look at the young man, these people..."

"They withdrew from the front line." The young man said calmly, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom. "If your nephew's judgment is right, I'm afraid something big will happen to Miao."

"Oh?" The white-haired man wiped the rain on his face, shook his head, and said with a little prayer. "If so, it's naturally the best. The pressure in Nanjiao City will be reduced."

"Third uncle," the young man laughed and said, "Look at the martial arts level of those three people, it should be commander-level figures, right? If there is no big deal, will they leave the battlefield? Look again, they did not ride crocodile dragons in the muddy mountains, but rode horses, which means that it must be a long-distance march of more than 300 miles, and the crocodile dragon cannot last. From here to Miaodu, seven or eight hundred miles, look at the dried meat brought by the attendants, which is estimated to be 20 catties, which is exactly enough for three or four days. Shaojun tilted his uncle with a smile, "They didn't go to Miaodu, but where did they go?"

The white-haired man laughed dumbly: "Wen Ming, it's just that your eyes are so good. In a quick glance, you can actually see so many doors."

A pair of uncles and nephews in the mountain forest on a rainy night are Xia Ji, the younger brother of Xia tribe Shaojun Shi Wenming and Xia Kun's own brother!